*GOD / KILLER

       “ Where have you been for the last century, Diana? “  He grits through his annoyance, turning away with his grip almost crushing his cowl. “ Your comment is noted and duly ignored. “

     “ I did nothing I haven’t done before. You don’t know these people like I do so don’t lecture me now. “

        “ I did what I had to do, Diana. I’m not apologizing for it. “

⋙ @wonderheroics

IS THAT WHAT HE WANTED? That was a question no one ever asked. In truth there was a time when he wanted nothing more than to fit in. To live a normal life and not have so many questions about who he was or where he came from. Now he knew more; he knew he was meant for more — but not all his questions were answered and Clark Kent was still apart of him. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit maybe. “I want to give others hope” but “Superman isn’t all I am.” A sombering chuckle fell from his lips, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you. I haven’t really talked about it since everything happened.”

      IT WASN’T AS THOUGH HE WAS UNGRATEFUL. While Clark might not have done what Bruce did, he understood the Dark Knight’s motive. And having a chance to return to his family and those he cared about? No to mention a chance to save innocent lives again - he couldn’t say any of those were bad things. All that in mind though, he still had the memories of first coming back - of when he attacked his teammates including the woman before him. Expression faltering for a moment he gave her a reassuring smile. “I appreciate it, Diana, but I’ll be fine.“ He paused before adding, “The world is going to be looking to us soon, there isn’t a lot of time to reflect.”

          THE BULLET RICOCHETS FROM HER BRACERS as Diana slides to a halt , effectively creating a barrier between the shooter and the other . It takes less than a moment for the lasso to coil around the gun , jerking it from the shooter’s grip . Only then does she spares a glance toward the other . ❝ Are you hurt ? ❞

           HE MERELY LISTENED AT FIRST. She wasn’t wrong of course; even though Clark was late to the party so-to-speak, even he could see the importance of what they had started. What they were; what they could be – it was going to be special. And to Clark who had felt like an outsider for most of his life, he couldn’t help but be excited by the notion. At her question his brow raises as if surprised by the sudden concern. “Me? Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, Diana” he attempted to brush off the comment, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “I guess it is all a lot to take in. It’s…it’s nothing.”

          HE OFFERS A SMILE IN RESPONSE to her own. It’s reactionary, how could he possibly be frowning when looking at her? Maybe he’d have to ask Bruce for help on how to properly brood. “That’s good to hear. I – we, are going to need you.” He covers his own slip with the truth. He may be Superman but they formed this team, as far as Clark was concerned he’d follow her lead. “I’m thinking I might stay here for a while. Well, it’s either here or Smallville. A dead man doesn’t have too many options” he tries to make light, a needed distraction from other thoughts when he’s with her. Even if a bit morbid.

            CLARK PAUSED FOR A MOMENT when he saw who was the last person in the room with him. It seemed now that the mission was done everyone had gone either separate ways or at the very least were in a different part of the building. whatever the case it left them in a room alone and Clark found it hard to compose himself before she noticed his presence. she had changed out of her uniform and his first thought was still how beautiful she managed to look in the simplest of fashions. A thought which he quickly pushed aside as he cleared his throat and stepped further into the room. “Heading home already?” / @wonderheroics

3 LITTLE WORDS STARTER PACK↳ ACCEPTING

        HE MAKES A FAIR POINT but she leans closer all the same .  A hundred years ago , Diana had walked away from man –––––– away from attachments , away from love . Her faith had been lost even when it had been at it’s strongest and she couldn’t understand how to come back from that …

                                                                      …   UNTIL NOW . 

       KAL – EL MAKES IT LOOK SO EASY and Diana thinks she could learn a thing or two from him . He’d faced many of mankind’s horrors , too ––– yet he’d taken a more active stance in facing them than she had since the World War , seemingly never discouraged by it all . Whether or not he called Earth home , he was not human and perhaps that was what made all the difference . In him she sees bravery , courage , and ( ABOVE ALL ELSE ) , she sees the righteousness that the Amazonian had not seen in anyone since Steve Trevor . It’s the memory of the pilot that has her drawing back only slightly , though before she can pull away too far , Diana’s hand clenches into a fist against the MAN OF STEEL ’ s chest . Time was supposed to heal all wounds , but that was an idiom shared amongst humans –––––––––– Diana isn’t quite certain there’s evidence to support it , either ; for surely more than a hundred years would ease the pain , would it not ? 

      THE FABRIC OF HIS SHIRT IS RELEASED and her lips part , daring to meet his gaze . ❝ Maybe we shouldn’t , ❞ comes the quiet agreement , though she makes no effort to pull away from him . There was so much at stake ; so much more than just the two of them to consider . Were either of them even ready for something like this to change with the world facing such imminent danger ? Were either of them truly ready to move on from their past enough to let this grow ? Diana watches him closely as she closes the distance she’d created between them , hand remaining on his chest . ❝ But how will we know if we don’t try ? ❞